untitleable
nearly hurt by you to get what you wanted,
when you sucked me we shook, shivering humid
same as if we'd melted when you were
raging and rumpled you left your speech
in a burlap bag by the side of the road
you rolled over me, squeezed my toes,
sat on my back my face my cock
hoarsing, praying, mentioning 'yes',
intoning it, inspecting my ejaculations,
ah, with watery mouth, wide eyes -
and in this imagining i taste you,
in this outlandish bliss of a fever dream
your scent grows stronger, as softness of flesh
ossifies into the brick-air around me.
